and so shall it come not to pass,
that tears of blood shall be shed,
and the gnashing of teeth
be forever heard
in the eternal echoes of hate's tortures
for that; is mankind's destiny,
to wait, and to hope.
Reason for writing:
was eleven years old, bored in class, drunk in sorrow.
please comment on all my poems if willing
Birth sign: Cancer
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